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Genre: Young Adult & Youth
About VeronicaLocation: Michigan Home Region: Age:14 Favorite novels: To Kill a Mockingbird, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, The BFG, The Secret Garden Favorite writers: C.S Lewis, Laurie Hals Anderson, Rhoald Dahl Favorite music: Nothing Pop or rap, but I like almost everything else. Non-noveling interests: Reading, Softball, School |
Joined: April 16, 2008 This Year: Official Participant NaNoWriMo History: NaNoWriMo posts: 66 NaNoWriMo buddies: 12
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Brief Author Bio: Until approximately 5th grade, I despised writing. Yes, it's true. I don't even know what changed my mind. Perhaps it was the discovery of writing fiction that did it. Perhaps I finally learned how to properly plan out an essay, beyond the dreaded umbrella organizer. Perhaps writing in a journal for the first time gave me a new perspective. I don't know for sure, but I've decided it doesn't matter. Writing is my passion now, and a complete novel is my dream. A second dream of mine is to read every book in my house (with the exception of those based upon Full House) by the time I finish high school. I only say that because, as a girl of fourteen, a few of the books would not be to my liking until I become a bit closer to adulthood. Though my reasoning abilities are fairly close to adulthood, and my maturity is beyond care of superficial things, I have not learned certain fundamentals that every adult should know. As to what the fundamentals are, I will know when i learn them. All of this babbling is leading me to yet another point: I am easily distracted. Despite this, I do not believe I have attention deficit disorder, as I can sit for long periods of time, working on something, and not be distracted. However, that is only when I do not want distractions. If it does not matter, then I let my mind take over, being active with thought, and I flow from train to train, never thinking about one thing for more than a few minutes. I often just let my imagination be the boss. I can often find great ideas this way. Yet again, I find myself beginning to ramble. I suppose the only way to solve this is to cut myself short. I won't describe the following list in detail, but I think everyone can get the picture. •I like to read Need I put "The End?" |
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Synopsis: The Thyme in the King's Castle
Like many of her fellow servants to the king, Constance was born on a farm. Her family was (and still is) poor, and, being the oldest daughter, she was sent to make money as a maid in the castle.
She started as a scullery maid, but her beauty caught the king's eye, and he picked her to be his personal servant.
Unfortunately, he also took her as a mistress. Him being the king, she couldn't refuse.
Now, she wants the king dead, and will want her wish to come true even more when a quite unexpected surprise arrives in her life.
Excerpt: The Thyme in the King's Castle
Warning:If you mind swearing, don't read this excerpt.
It did not take long to catch the attention of the nurse. “What have you been DOING?” she asked, utterly shocked and somewhat angry at my loud return. “You were supposed to be resting, getting better! What happened?!”
I muttered and incoherent response.
“come on, tell me. I have to know what disturbs my patients, so it doen not happen again and make them sick.”
I was about to explain, but then I changed my mind. I was still angry. I did not want her in my business. I muttered at her, making an attempt to mutter cohesively and understandably, and not yell, “Fuck off.”
She recoiled in surprise. “Excuse me? What did you just say to me?”
I raised my eyes to meet hers, letting the rage show through. “I said, Fuck off.”
I could tell that I had made her quite angry. It made me happy. She was finally something other than passive or reluctant. Unfortunately, I may have enraged her a bit too far.
“How dare you! Here I am, your NURSE. I am trying to make sure you get enough rest before you start working again. I am making sure you do not fall over from fatigue. And you have the NEREVE to tell me to FUCK OFF?! ”
The last two words made me jump a bit. But I did not care how much I had pissed her off. I was too angry with Sarah to care. Unfortunately, I did not have time to concentrate. The nurse was still yelling at me.
“Do you know what you remind me of? Huh?” I did not have time to respsond. “You remind me of a BITCH! You remind me of a FUCKING BITCH! In fact, you are one! YOU ARE A FUCKING BITCH! Now, GET OUT OF MY INFIRMARY! AND SO HELP ME GOD, IF YOU COME BACK, YOU WILL BE DEAD WITHIN MINUTES!”
Her words pushed me over the edge. I did not want to be there any longer. I got up and stalked over to the door. Just before I wrenched it open, I turned around and said, “I don’t give a FUCKING SHIT what you think of me! I am GLAD to be leaving and I will NEVER, EVER come back!”
I turned around and pulled open the door with an incredible force and stepped through. Then I turned again and shouted, “AND I’M NOT THE FUCKING BITCH! YOU ARE! YOU ARE THE FUCKING BITCH! NOW GO FUCK YOURSELF!”
I slammed the door behind me so hard that I am still surprised that it didn’t fall off it’s hinges. Just as the door was in the frame, however, I heard the nurse shouting, “YOU FUCK YOURSELF!”
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